It’s Hard Being A Poet

It’s
hard
being
a poet,
having
to
convince
verbs
and
nouns
and
the
such
to
play
well
together.
Having
to
coerce
syllables
to
lay
down
their
weapons
and
hold
up
that
white flag.
Poets
tend
to
elaborate
with
vowels
that
are
too
far
and few
between
to
mean much.
We
let
participles
and
infinitives
loose
into
the
wild,
and
away
from
their
comfort
zones.

It’s
hard
being a
poet
because
words
become words
inside
of
words,
and the job
of
a poet
is
truly
never
done.
We
must
dance
inside
windy-road
sentences,
paragraphs,
and delicate
consonants
just
to
say
how much
your
love
moves
us.
See,
us poets
see
poetry
on
the tops
of skin,
and
far
down to
the follicles
of
hair.

It’s hard
being
a
poet because
love
just
won’t do.

We
need
a mountaintop
view
of
the
erotic
draw
you
create.
So, yes…
it’s
hard being
a
poet, but
standing
next
to
you
just reminded
me
to
keep
that
pen
and paper
handy.

M.C. Davis

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